Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 191 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

A Bad Day - Poem by Stan Petrovich

Driving a nail through a finger, Then not able to extract the nail;
Dropping an anvil onto a reinforced-toe boot,
Then hobbling off,
All are bothersome.
Now I have been off liquor, pot, street drugs,
Lots of junk since '72.
But I retain the hubris of tobacco,
And I tried to sneak a cigar
At 3 AM, but I got busted.
There are mistakes lurking at every turn,
And at every turn
I must eat them.
My face is as cratered as the moon
With errors run into squarely.
The only light of day flowing if I do no thing.

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  • Rookie gordoninayr@googlemail.com inayr (7/11/2011 6:34:00 AM)

    do we share the same office, mmmmm! ! yes.ha, ha, we do (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, July 11, 2011


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